My city is so new in love,
Conspiracies are far cry right now in this molested self.
When you stay in between things you see twin guts, twin memories,
you know you are moving forward but a tiny bleeding tail still reminds you of your walked snowcaps.
My sweetheart once asked me to kiss her lips, I sucked her away; she fucked me away…
Sex was good in between the stone aged transformation of this romantic geography.
But babe all we influenced in this emotional gala was some transient scars, scars of dust and grey anatomy.
People’s legs all over us demanding their ancient tampered spirit,
but my love, my city, my flying physicality, all gone inside forgetting psychopaths.